the roar of silence echoes
emptily filling the spaces
vacated as if foreclosed
in a mind left unused
impossible to be heard
sound unable to penetrate
then how can we reach
to rescue the mind adrift
there is a need indeed
to fill the void we find
enriching imagination
feeding without sounds
it is through the eyes
dreams following maps
soaring to new heights
teach them how to read
The limit to the aspects of our mind is unfathomable yet fragile. "Handle with Care"
ReplyDeleteI see how you begin with the ears, then go to the eyes. Maybe art will speak to you if you revisit it....One art form informing the next...